[Yomega]
I stretched before leaving my bed. I shuffled into the bathroom attached to my room. After a few minutes waking up, I managed to get a few coherent thoughts in order. Gotta help Spike with the new shipment of history books from the Empire. I yawned. Then there's the prep work for the meeting with the Griffons in a week. Hmm, also gotta meet up with Twilight to go over the needed laws for our kind. I paused as my stomach rumbled. Breakfast first.
I shambled from my room in Twilight's castle, idly putting my collar on. I zombied my way towards the kitchen, passing Spike as he carried a stack of books.
"Hey, you're up early." Spike raised an eye ridge.
"Yeah." My collar managed to buzz my mumbling. "Got lots of work to do today."
"I thought you were taking the day off?"
I stopped, blinking as thoughts started to align. "What day is it?" I squinted at the wall.
"Sunday?" Spike tilted his head.
I looked out the window and noticed how high the sun was. "What time is it?"
Spike also glanced out the window. "Just past noon." He shrugged. "Your pups wanted me to let you sleep in."
"Do I have to act surprised?" I finally woke up.
Spike smiled. "Yeah, by the time you get there, they should have at least one pancake made. They burnt the other five, though. You'd think they'd remember what Zann taught them."
I snorted. "Right, my turn this month." I chuckled. "I'm not going to hold it against them."
"Well," the drake continued on his way, "just keep them from the west wing. I need to re-shelf the library there."
"Will do!" We went our separate ways. I wrinkled my snout at the smell of burnt food. It got stronger the nearer I got to the kitchens. I could even see the wisps from their last attempt crawling along the ceiling as I approached the door. l paused outside it, listening in on the commotion on the other side.
<<Did you make enough batter?>>
<<Yeah, I think I did...>>
<<Don't burn this bowl this time!>>
I heard a slight clatter from in side. <<Oops...>>
<<That was the last clean ladle...>>
<<Quick, get a big spoon! Dad'll be up soon!>>
My ear- and tail-tips quivered as I nosed the door open. I saw my youngest son pawing around in an open drawer while the others flipped a mostly singed flapjack unto a plate. "Spoons are in the drawer to your left, Silver." I spoke up.
<<Thanks Dad!>> He chirped as he nosed open the drawer. His older siblings all jumped at my voice. He soon jumped, throwing a large spoon onto the counter. <<Dad! You're here!>>
"No," I smirked, "I can't be there, I'm here. You're there."
Sapphire spoke up. <<No, he means that you're here... In this room.>>
<<We made you breakfast...>> Red gave me a hopeful look as Ehn glanced at the burnt-beyond-hope attempts in the waste bin.
"Did you now?" I jumped up onto a chair at the island. "What did you make?"
<<Pancakes!>> Silver yipped, before looking from the counter top to the island. <<Umm... Guys, how are we getting them over there?>>